I want to let you all know, these World war chapters are not for the weak of heart, I will spare no expense for the gruesomeness that happened during this war, in real life, and in this reality. You have been warned. On another note, this is where the focus splits, its not really as focused on Triestan anymore, I will be Literally focusing on all fronts of the war, as well It is going to be hell for everyone fighting it and that needs to be displayed as it will play an important role in the history of this reality, and as for the future, if you are wondering, just because the country that invented fascism isn't there anymore doesn't mean it wont exist, and Communism will exist as well, This may be somewhat unrealistic but the point is, no matter what certain ideals will come into exsistance by one mean or another. Now after that long winded explanation here is your first taste of the hell to come.
Chapter 29: The Great War Part 1
Trench warfare… possibly the deadliest kind of warfare there is and every will be, a no mans zone in between to lines of troops dug into the ground, each killing the other as they approach, gas falling from the sky posing the enemies, artillery brutally maiming humans as they battle for supreme power. This is what all nations felt during the Great war, it was truly a living hell.
(The battle of Alsace-Lorraine: Belligernets, Byzantium, German Empire, France, and Great Britain)
This is the first battle of the Great War, the invaders France and Great Britain march their armies towards the trenches of the combined Byzantine and German forces. The men who faught in this battle and went on to survive to tell the tale would say this was the first real test of Trench Warfare… To say the least it was successful.
Arthur and Francis stood at far looking through binoculars and saw their enemies dug into the earth, "What a ridiculus tactic! How are they going to effectively assult the enemy when we get near? No matter their stupidity will make this war easier for us." Arthur spouted as he looked at them, Francis was inside a tent setting up strategies for his troops to follow. Arthur shouted, "All right men! Charge the enemy give them no quarter!" The troops cheered as they marched out into the open field.
Triestan, Ludwig, and Gilbert were on the other side inside a trench looking at the aproching enemy, "Alright lets give a new meaning to the term dug in!" Triestan shouted, some troops laughed, other cheered. Gilbert stood by a regiment of men and yelled forth, "Get ready men! (a few seconds pass) Take aim! (troops raise their guns to their shoulders) Fire at Will!" The troops unleashed a hellish volley at the enemy, who were completely exposed.
The British and French troops received the worst of this attack, troops dropping left and right as the men marched forward, some lied on the ground writhing in pain as the bullets fired were lodged in their legs or arms, others dead and bleeding out, but the troops continued to march on.
The German and Byzantine troops continued to fire their bolt action rifles unloading clip after clip into the mass of troops heading their way. Triestan went into a little underground bunker and came out holding a very big gun, "He will wish he hadn't challenged me." He placed the gun on the dirt wall of the trench, loading a very big clip into the gun, "Fully automatic." Was all he said before he unloaded bullets flying one right after another at unpresidented speeds.
The British and French soliders had made it into firing range and began returning fire, but out of no where a huge hail of bullets came at them, One of the soliders in the front lines received the brunt of it, the bullets ripping through his body, ripping one of his arms off and leaving an unrecognizable corpse lying in the field rattled with bullets missing an arm, bleeding all over the ground. The troops that were near him stopped firing and ran from the battle terrified they would be next, but the bullets returned cutting them down along with many other troops.
Triestan smiled at the results, but the gun stopped firing, the barrel had melted from over use, "Crap! Quick some one hand me a rifle!" Triestan continued to fire back with a bolt action instead. Several soilders in the trenches fell, but most were still firing, but ammo was slowly draining from the trenches.
Arthur looked through his binoculars to see many of his and Francis troops dead on the ground some looking rather bad. "Alright you want to play that game! Shell them!" the message runner frowned and said, "But sir are troops are with in the error zone if we fire we will like." He was cut off by Arthur picking him up by the neck of his clothing, "I said, Shell them!" Arthur threw the messanger down who scurried away to the artillery.
All was going well for the defenders, "Ha a few more minuets of this and they should be-" Triestan stooped speaking as he heard a strange wistling noise, "What the hell?" He looked up and saw a dot falling to earth, "Oh no…" The shell hit blowing up right in Triestan and many troops faces, Triestan flew backwards into the underground bunker bleeding with shrapnel sticking out of his arm rendering it useless. The non-immortals however weren't as lucky and many were left missing limbs or some with out heads, others scorched from the explosives in the shell, but most of them were dead.
Just as the messanger had said artillery fell, and the British and French troops cheered as they saw their enemies fly out of their trench, but the joy was lackluster at best when one of their own shells hit them taking out a huge chunk of their own troops, and leaving a crater with many dead bodies in it.
Triestan tried to stand up, but the impact from the shell had not only left debrie in his arm, but had also broken his leg, "Son of a Bitch!" He shouted, the commanders inside the bunker hoisted him into a seat and brought in a medic who was tending to the wounds, "Damn them! Those stupid fools, these artillery strikes may hurt us, but they are doing more damage to themselves with those guns than to us!" Triestan spoke with confidence even though his body hurt like hell.
The fight continued in this fasion for a whole hour, both sides bloody, but were out of ammo. This aloud the French and British forces to charge the Trenches, the troops dived into the man made hole only to be met with bayonets and knives, by the end the French and British survivers were taken captive and those who didn't charge the Trenches had retreated. This served the Grand alliance's plans well, as now they could counter attack very effectively.